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{kyriakos} It's Never Really Goodbye

( want to come see this fussy cat in ~~EDEN's~~ Caretaker's realm?

don't forget to put the day in the subject line! )

(( ooc: as if day 182, she is no longer with eden. ))

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You remember. . .?

( applying teeth and tongue to every mark already left on her. daisy came here last, didn't she? clearly she deserved something nice to take back with her. reaching out with her spare hand to palm daisy's hip, moving to her rear before pulling her closer. )

I remember--[she cuts herself off with a soft cry at Hawke's mouth on her neck] Oh, Hawke... I remember going to bed with you.

[Daisy takes the opportunity to slide partway into her lap, one knee between her thighs, and wraps her arms around Hawke's shoulders]

Hmm.

( finally meeting her lips as she helps guide daisy into her lap. it's a gentle kiss but fleeting kiss. then another to her cheek and another under her right eye. )

Bit unfair I can't recall anything while I'm here, but I'm open to making new memories. If that's not too disappointing, Merrill?

( sneaking a hand underneath her skirt to grope her ass. the snake uniforms are pretty adorable, after all. )

[it's true, Taks' skirt is very convenient at times like this. Daisy doesn't mind at all, smiling into the kiss]

Not at all. It couldn't be. It's you.

[leans in to kiss her again, this time hoping it lasts longer]

So generous.

( spoken softly with a touch of fondness as she aligns their mouths for another kiss. there's a hitch of breath before they meet from barely restrained excitement. touching merrill sparks something interesting and bright and she can't help but think it'd be fine if she did this a hundred or so more times.

this time when she kisses her, she kisses her hard. )

[she seems to sigh with relief at the intensity of the kiss, meeting Hawke with lips and tongue and teeth, nipping at her lips between soothing licks. winding her arms more tightly around Hawke's shoulders, Merrill presses close to feel the warmth building up between them.

her scarf is long-since discarded to the floor.]

( it isn't close enough. not yet. there's not enough skin. not enough everything. her hands skirt their way upwards, rumpling up merrill's uniform to touch hip, waist, and the soft line of her torso with exploring fingers and nails. maybe this is familiar for her, but this is new for hawke.

teeth bring out a soft noise from her and she answers in kind, licking hot lines across her lower lip then between them to help tease them open. )

[she squirms in Hawke's lap from the nails dragging along her skin, and breaks the kiss only so she can pull her dress off over her head and toss it to the floor with the scarf. if Hawke wants skin, she'll get skin!

but this is just the beginning. Merrill gives her a coy grin before kissing her again, open-mouthed and coaxing her tongue out, one hand dragging down her front to feel her chest and lightly tug at her clothes]

( lovely. just lovely.

there's a shaky breath of excitement before their tongues tangle, hot and slick, and it's not nearly enough. there's something familiar about it like she knows it or at least her body knows it even if she doesn't remember and it's so, so, so fucking nice. she's ignoring the requests spiking from merrill's hands in favour of running her hands over as much as she can touch. legs, hips again, stomach, and then the soft swell of her breasts. )

[Merrill is incredibly responsive, gasping and sighing and squirming in Hawke's lap at every little touch. When Hawke's fingers brush across her hard nipples, she lets out a noise like a small electric shock running through her, a shocked moan that's a little too needy, a little too loud, enough to echo off the walls of the cathedral--and make Merrill blush about a thousand different shades of crimson.]

( she laughs a little at that as she breaks away from the kiss, head tilting downwards to press a quick kiss to the space between merrill's breasts. the sounds she makes are addicting, each one urging her to push for more.

the only problem, the single problem here, is that she catches sight of the marks that hadn't come from her mouth on the way down. her thumb swipes over a nipple again, idly tracing over the darkened skin around it. )

Merrill.

( she says, followed by another kiss to her skin. )

Is it alright for you to be here? Are you with someone?

[she hazily repeats the question, a husky murmur before the meaning of it clues in]

Am I... oh. Oh, you mean the--the marks. That's, um. Those are from... Callie, actually. And Pearl, and I think one from Montage, too. I... I'm not with anyone. Not especially. It's not that I don't like them, but I really... really like you. Specially.

Not especially? That doesn't sound very clear.

( she's really not surprised to hear callie's name in that list. )

Should I expect an irate woman knocking down my door any time soon?

I really hope not.

[her fingers curl in Hawke's shirt]

I suppose what I mean to say is that, I haven't promised myself to anyone.

Good. Couldn't accept you here with me if you had.

( because it'd be too messy otherwise. moving to press a kiss against her collarbone, then her shoulder, and finally at the junction of shoulder and neck. )

[she lets out a sigh, plaintive, and her pulse quickens from the touch of Hawke's lips]

I couldn't... oh...!

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